A. Cavuto

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I’m sorry. I did everything I could. I’m here now. Then I saw it, out in the waters ahead. A gray-blue whale, swimming toward me. Maybe it was another whale. There was no way to tell from where I stood on the dock. But then, after a column of spray from the blow spout, the whale’s back arched. The crescent of the dorsal fin rose above the surface, followed by the broad fluke. There she blows. And there, I jumped.
Song for a Whale
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